Where my neuroses come to nest.

Move over cheese. Say Moo!

This past weekend, our immediate family met in the middle (between the mountains and Charlotte) in Greenville, SC, to celebrate Jed’s third birthday. I cannot recommend a better family-friendly day trip than the Greenville Zoo. While we were in Greenville, we went to their Whole Foods. I’m spoiled forever knowing what a full-blown Whole Foods holds in comparison to its Asheville counterpart: a chowder station, barbeque station, cheese wheels that could fit on monster trucks. I was in yuppy foodie heaven.

Like our half of a Whole Foods here in Asheville (I’m really not knocking Greenlife, they rule), piles of pumpkins were displayed just begging for a photo op. I sat there like an idiot with my iPhone, begging Jed to look up at me for one adorable “pumpkin patch” pic. Another mother was beside me attempting the same, but with a lot more success. All of the sudden, I heard her moo over my shoulder and sure enough, her daughter had perked up, and so did Jed:

Now I have a rule about not inundating the Internet with pictures of my son–his online presence and identity should be his choice when he’s old enough, but I just can’t help myself. (Please resist the temptation to take this cutie viral.)

I moo’ed our way through the zoo, competing with the leopards and gibbons, and it worked like a charm! I’m trying to be careful not to overdo the moo. Once it becomes as desensitized as cheese, I’ll have to come up with something else.